Coming Out To My Wife

I came out to my darling wife in a moment of weakness; or was it courage? She took it in her stride. Darling her. But it was now over 6 years that I had hidden it from her that I am gay. I mean bisexual. But to me it was the same. The unimaginable thrill of homosexuality could not be missed out. I have this one life and I must, must experience a juicy homosexual relationship before I die. It is simply too dear for me to miss out.

She gifted me her bisexual boyfriend.

We met alone once. There was an initial moment of panic. Embarrassment even. But it soon disappeared as we shook hands and kept them clasped for more than usual.

Erotica -

The shirts came off first. Then the kiss began. And then I was transported into another world.

The joy of having a man in one's male arms. The joy of kissing him. The passionate, wild kisses on each others bodies. The knowledge that this is your male partner. That very soon, the borders will collapse. Very soon, you and he will be locked tight in coitus.

He isn't very inhibited. Knows what he wants. I like it. Me and my wife's lover are now completely nude.

The groping of your butt and the caress on your anal area, as his desire grows wilder. You touch him and it feels all ready to enter inside you. You turn around, fall on your knees, push yourself towards him, exposing yourself completely to him. He thrusts a finger daubed in some personal lubricant inside of you and you feel the cold chill as the anus convulses a little. Then his massage inside your rectum loosens you up and gets your breasts feeling all soft and tender. He realizes it and fondles your nipple. You kiss his hand lovingly.

Then the warm push against your anus, as you are ready to receive the greatest gift of all eternity - the male organ entering your rectum, the beginning of an unbelieveable homosexual intercourse. It is painful as it enters, but your heart ignores the pain. Your whole body responds to his thrust. As he enters you completely, you feel your life was worth it. As he moves, slowly at first, rapidly later, you realize you are in sexual-spiritual heaven. It is greater than any opiate in the world. The joy of having another man enter your body.

You feel his rhythm accelerating as you realize that your relationship is about to be consummated. He grips you in his grip of love, his sexual energy focused entirely on the region of your body's rear end. He thrusts and he thrusts and you beg for it to go on forever and ever. Until he comes. Comes finally inside of you. You understand its over. His last few hardenings against your anal walls. He presses his stomach close to you, pushing it to its full length inside your body. He screams your name. You know how much all of this has meant to you. You are in a daze, brought on by his homosexually aggressive act.

He withdraws. The withdrawal is smooth, but it can be an embarrassing feeling for you, because it simulates another filthy act that the anus unfortunately has to perform.

In a moment its out and he collapses. You take your time to relax your well-fucked asshole and bring yourself down slowly as you lay there, your hand caressing his body, his chest, his hair, his organ. He thanks you but you know he has nothing to thank you for. You turn around and touch yourself. Your sexual appendage, which has so less a role to play in your relationship is now ready to explode and give you your peak. You clasp your own organ in your hand and jerk a little. Your other hand pinches your nipples. Before you know it, an overpowering feeling comes all over you and before you can control it, you feel the squirt on you face, your lips, your chest and a wetness flow down your hand, still clasping your own organ.

And you end up feeling all guilty, but you turn your head to see that gorgeous man next to you and you forgive yourself in an instant for your weakness.